This time last week I crossed my third Marlton Mayors Cup finish line. ⏱Time: 22:09 - Pace: 7:08 I was hoping to beat my previous 20:30 (2015), but I started training late for the race so I'll take it. However, where I missed one goal, I accomplished another I wasn't even expecting. I placed in my... Continue Reading →
If it won't make money, it's a waste of time. -- This is my latest demon. I find that I'm discouraged so easily from the things I used to enjoy merely because there is this pressure driving like a train behind every ambition. The simple idea of picking up my guitar, going for a run,... Continue Reading →
I'm fairly certain I just had a prostitute in my car. But let's back up... It's a sunny 85º Sunday afternoon. I'm driving in my dad's truck because my Jeep is at the mechanics. I have just left my house to return the movie "Lights Out" to my nearest Redbox -- Jake Davis spent the... Continue Reading →
I like making spontaneous, little, vlogs. Here's one about me cooking veal for the first time along with a solid recipe for delicious sweet potato fries.
(featured image by Caleb Reyes. Instagram: @cubby113) I wake up to yet another day in the same room: a space I haunt routinely. I visualize all the days I've come and gone and know, today, I will get out of bed the same way I have thousands of times before. I feel trapped in a moment of... Continue Reading →
For my spring break I thought of nothing better to do than to catch up with dear friends who moved to VT and hit my first mountain in the state with my pal Noah. It's been five years since I boarded regularly and I could not be happier to get back into riding. Noah and... Continue Reading →
Funny how something like 2 weeks (finals) can take forever and yet 2 years pass by so quickly. Two years, I'm learning to find, holds more significance to me than I originally thought. Two years ago, I started this blog. Two years ago, I also resolved to let my hair grow for the foreseeable future (with a man... Continue Reading →
I've had it. Why are we so discouraging as a human race? If I had a dollar for every time I have heard the phrase, "That's a hard career to get into," I would be able to buy a couple Big Macs, with a large drink and fries on the side, from an employer which my... Continue Reading →